Kiss Me Like Spring

I love your gentleness, How your hands Move like early Spring... When you kiss me, It is as if I am a dandelion; All delicate spider-web Gossamer threads and Finespun silk fragility- Your fingers on my cheek Feel like the spring thaw, As if I am ice only just Learning how to move Like water again... When you kiss me, It is with all the warmth, The tender slowness, Of early morning sunlight- When you kiss me, It is as if I am nearly As insubstantial as sunlight... But eventually even a dandelion Wants to be blown away- When a frozen waterfall meets The Spring thaw, it does wake Slowly, soft as Sunday morning- It rises up like a roar, plunging Down through space until It is pounding like a heartbeat That never stuttered for Even a moment- The seasons can teach you That sunlight is anything but Insubstantial; It is heat and passion and Faster than the sound Of the shifting winds gasping To keep up... I love your gentleness, How your hands Move like early Spring... But sometimes I wish That you would kiss me Like late Spring- I want you to kiss me Like a dandelion on the wind, Like a waterfall waking up, Like sunlight burning through The dawn like passion; I want you to surround me And beat down hard like an April rainstorm- to breathe Me like petrichor and hold me Like raindrops clinging to Blades of grass, like raindrops Soaking into the ground Until there is no closer... I want you to make me Feel like I'm coming to life.